Helping Kismet

by Dahlia Rose

  “Such big areolas, like sand dollars, and nipples sweet like figs,” Layth murmured before he used his tongue to bathe them.

  “Taste them, please,” Ciji begged wantonly.

  Her head fell back in pleasure as he obliged and took the beaded tip between his lips. She cried out as he sucked on each deeply and sent pleasure coursing through her core.

  “Oh, yes, I need to feel you. Please take me,” she said breathlessly as she held his head to her body.

  “Not yet, my darling,” he replied. “I want to make you scream under my touch.”

  She never expected to hear these words from him. She thought intimacy with him would be more of a proper thing. Another myth about the enigmatic prince was wiped away as he touched her with such intensity that reason went through the door. Layth kissed his way down her stomach and untied the other delicate piece of material. She was naked and exposed to his touch as he moved her from his lap to the chair. The leather was warm beneath her skin as Layth went to his knees between her legs.

  “Spread your legs for me, my darling. Let me see your wetness,” Layth commanded.

  She shook her head. “I never expected this…I…”

  A slow smile spread across his face. “Did you think we’d have tea and crumpets and then making love would be like some business transaction? Oh you thought because I have a royal title that I would be quiet and formal in the taking of your body?” Layth reached forward and rubbed his finger over her sensitive nipples, and she whimpered. “Let me tell you a secret few know. My mother was a researcher who left this country a long time ago and returned. Her heritage is that of a desert tribe, the people who lived and survived in the sands. They found water and an oasis as they traveled like gypsies, and my father fell madly in love with her. She was not a formal woman and didn’t hold her tongue. She cursed on many occasions and made our meals everyday on her own. I may have prince before my name because I am first born, but I am a desert warrior, and I will take you with the ferocity of one.”

  More layers were exposed. The more she learned about him, the more she fell for him. She never believed in love at first sight, but the way her heart jumped in her chest at his speech made her wonder. Was it possible to fall so quickly? Her thoughts fled from her mind when he spoke again with the soft but clear order.

  “Let me see how much I arouse you.”

  Ciji did as she was told and relaxed her trembling thighs to reveal her already wet pussy. From his dark gaze alone she could feel her juice trickle between her slit. He reached out a lone finger along the swollen lips of her snatch. Her body shivered. She made a soft cry and clenched her hands in her thighs. She spread them wider in a silent plea for him to slip his finger inside her. He met her gaze again, and she watched as he raised his finger to his lips and licked it slowly.

  “Delicious.”

  He muttered the one word, his voice thick with desire before he lifted her to him like a goblet to his lips. She felt his breath against the sensitive folds of flesh. Then his tongue replaced the action of his finger, slowly licking at her labia. Ciji’s body arched upward at each flick of his tongue, and he furrowed deeper with each flick. She cried out his name in pleasure and dug her fingers into the leather of the sofa. Layth’s lips brought her more than just need as he manipulated her aching flesh. He delved between the soft folds of flesh that held the bud of her clit and sucked. It was driving her to the edge of reason. Her head thrashed back and forth on the back of the couch as each sensation assaulted her.

  “Layth?” His name was a question on her lips.

  Something was building inside her. It was new and exciting, and it tightened like a knot as his tongue penetrated her. He laid her back on the cushions, and she felt his finger slowly circling around her opening as if to penetrate her. But he held her at bay and rubbed her clit until she was biting her lips in agony.

  “Please, Layth, stop torturing me,” she cried out.

  He groaned as he gave her what she asked for and sent his fingers deep into the warm cavern of her pussy. Ciji couldn’t help the soft scream. He fucked her with his finger, and it left her reeling. She lifted her hips to take more of his digits into her core loving the feel of it as it slid deeper, and the coil tightened further until she shuddered. Her eyes were closed as she reached for the pinnacle. Her breath came in short pants. He fingered her snatch with deep penetrating movements that became faster and harder as she screamed for more.

  “Let go, darling Ciji.” His voice was harsh and guttural. “Give me my bounty. Let your pussy flow for me.”

  Ciji let go of the last vestige of her control. She was wild and wonton beneath under his ministrations. Her body tightened and arched, and with no sound escaping her lips, she shuddered with the first orgasm of her life. She felt her juice flow, and he whispered yes as he watched her. He was pleased with her response.

  “Oh, sweet one, that was simply magnificent,” Layth groaned.

  She gasped because he never stopped fucking her with his fingers, and it sent her spiraling into another round of ecstasy. Her body gushed again, and she pumped against his hand trying to savor the last waves of sensation. She looked at him, and the pure desire on his face thrilled her. She knew then that she wanted no one else by Layth. She was his.

  “I must have another taste of you,” he said.

  Layth held onto her thighs, pulling her to him once more before burying his face into her pussy. His tongue burrowed deep inside, tasting her and driving her to madness. She grabbed his head and pulled his face deeper into her soft wetness, forgetting about her nervousness before. She wanted it all, every last drop of gratification he offered with expert hands.

  His tongue was almost furious with its penetration of her wet pussy. Ciji could feel herself losing control as she pressed against him, smearing her juices across his lips. He knew just how to make her come again. He slid three fingers deep inside her while still tasting her pussy. Layth pushed deeper until she screamed as her body convulsed. She felt her muscles tighten around his fingers before the warm flow of her juices dripped down her ass.

  “Please, I don’t think I can stand anymore,” she cried out. “I want you inside me.”

  “Oh, I must have you too,” he muttered. “I think I’m drunk with your body’s response, your cries.” He knelt between her legs, rubbing his cock against the slickness of her pussy. “Is this what you want, me inside you? Say you want it.”

  “Please…Please now,” she begged in earnest.

  “Ah, yes!” Layth shouted as he sank deep inside her.

  She looked up to see his magnificent body arched as he thrust once more into her core, and Ciji wrapped her legs around his waist. They moved together in unison, hips meeting hips. She undulated against him trying to take more and give more all at the same time. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight and controlling the movements of her body.

  “Tell me you like this, that only I shall have you!” His voice was a harsh whisper by her ear.

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Ciji knew that with a certainty no other man would ever make her feel like this. If he wanted all her, she was his completely body, mind, and soul. She was always going to be his.

  “I’m going to come, Layth. I can’t help it,” she said on panting breaths.

  “Merciful heaven, don’t hold back. I’m with you.”

  He gave a rasping cry, and even as the words left his mouth, her body began to tremble. As her pussy convulsed, she felt his cock throb, and with frenzied thrusts, he took them both over the edge. She screamed and pressed his head against her breast. He took her nipple in his mouth, and she felt his seed fill her. Ciji gave herself over to the swirling abyss again, and as she screamed his name, it echoed in the room.

  It took more than a few minutes for her to regain her wits. Layth lifted her into her arms and kissed her hard as he strode toward a bedroom at the farthest end of the hall. He lay her in the center of a massive bed, and he settled himself between her legs
and kissed her senseless. His cock was rigid a he slipped into her once more, and she arched to meet him.

  “Oh my God, again?” she gasped.

  Layth chucked. “You didn’t think I was done with you quite yet, my darling? There is much more pleasure to come.”

  He showed her how much well past sunrise and into the morning. When they finally slept, exhausted from loving, he held her tight. Ciji basked in his warmth and the strength of his arms. This was exactly where she wanted to be.

  Chapter Three

  “Do you believe in kismet?” Layth asked.

  They were sitting next to the fountain outside his house. Four days had passed since he’d brought her there, and to her it was bliss. Was it kismet that sent her out to dinner and then into his arms when danger was chasing at her heels?

  “Fate, well since I’m a woman who uses her mind I don’t know if I can say if it’s a plausible thing,” Ciji replied.

  He twirled her hair around his finger. She’d taken to keeping it down the past few days because he liked it.

  He chuckled. “Just because you’re a woman with intelligence doesn’t mean that you can’t believe in a little thing like destiny. We call it qisma, and I believe that it was mine to meet you.”

  She looked at him curiously. “Why do you say that?”

  “Because my heart jumped when you sat in our boardroom,” Layth answered. “There is no other woman who captivated me like you have, Ciji Fay. I fall asleep with your scent surrounding me, and I don’t want to ever be without it again.”

  “What are you saying, Layth?” Ciji asked. Could it be possible he felt the same way as she did?”

  He stood and held out his hand to her. “Come, I have a surprise for you.”

  “Where?”

  He led to the jeep, and she got inside. Layth leaned over and kissed her. “Wait and see.”

  Ciji couldn’t help it. Excitement made her feel like a teen on her first date. As Layth drove out into the desert, she thought back to her childhood and recalled not being kissed until she was at least in college. A girl with glasses, a smart mind, and not a lot of money living in East London didn’t pick up the suitors. Recalling her childhood was difficult to bear sometimes. Being the mousy one dwarfed by the girls who wore makeup and smoked outside the school walls. Layth was the first man who made her feel like a woman. She hoped with all her heart that after the danger had passed they would be together. Ciji let herself believe in kismet.

  In front of them she saw a tent set up in the sand. It was such a pure white that it was almost hard to look at in the sun. The wind blew the flap open, and a bit of crimson red lace blew out. Layth parked close to the tent and got out to help her from the passenger side of the jeep.

  “How did you do this?” Ciji laughed when he lifted her into his arms. “In fact when did you do it?”

  “You are a heavy sleeper. I came out last night and did this when you were tucked in bed,” he replied with a smile.

  He swept aside the flap, and she gasped when she saw inside. A red carpet with Persian designs lay on the floor and was stacked with pillows of every size. In the middle of the tent was a bed. It was covered with silk red sheets that matched the lace that hung all around the tent. He deposited her on the bed that felt as if it was made of thick but soft pillow. Layth gave her a charming grin before he went outside and came back in with a small cooler. With a flourish he pulled wine from its depths, then fruit, and cheese and bread.

  “What do you think?” Layth asked.

  “I think you’re a man of many hidden talents,” Ciji said and winked. “Some are not so hidden, but still this is very beautiful. No one has ever done anything like this for me, made me feel so special.”

  He leaned over to kiss her. “You are more than special. Let’s eat and enjoy our picnic.”

  “You know the meaning of picnic is sitting outside under the sky,” Ciji pointed out.

  “We each do things in our own way,” Layth replied and held out a fig for her to bite.

  Ciji bit the delicious fruit and licked the juice from his fingers. From there the lunch took a turn, and she never knew that food could be so sensual. She felt so amazing she wished she could shout it from a rooftop or email a friend. She didn’t have many of them or any she would consider close. This was hers and hers alone, and she hugged it close to her heart. Later that afternoon while the sun was high in the sky, he lay on his stomach without a shirt on, and she trailed her fingers along the muscled contours of his back.

  “I know you’re awake.” She pressed a kiss on his shoulder blade then moved a little lower.

  “I’m asleep,” he murmured.

  “Are you sure?” She kissed lower.

  “Keep using your mouth like that, and I can be convinced to be very, very awake.” Layth’s voice was a deep rumble.

  She smiled and nibbled her way back up to his neck. She could swear that he purred. Ciji never knew a man could make such a sexy sound. She trailed down his spine, and Layth rolled over and pulled her to him before taking her lips in a searing kiss. He traced her full lips with his tongue before sinking it deep into her mouth, and she moaned in delight.

  “When you kiss me I swear I melt from the inside out,” she whispered to him.

  He cupped the back of her neck and stared at her. “When the danger to your life has passed, stay with me.”

  “You mean stay as in….” She hesitated and hoped he meant what she was thinking.

  “As in with me in Diriyah, Jeddah, Or even in England where I spend most of my time working with intelligence.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “These last few days with you have made my life feel complete. I don’t want to give that up. I don’t want to give you up. Be mine, Ciji. Say you’ll stay with me.”

  “You’re saying everything I dreamed about, Layth,” she whispered. “But you’re first to succeed to the throne, and no Saudi prince has had a foreign woman at his side. I want to stay. God knows I want to, but if I invest my heart and soul into you and then I lost you…I couldn’t take that.”

  He kissed her hard. “Don’t worry about such things. There is a conversation me and my father must have and then…. Ciji, I promise you, we’ll be together.”

  “Please don’t hurt me, Layth. I’m scared that I will end up with a broken heart.” Ciji’s voice was husky with unshed tears.

  “Do not be frightened, darling, Ciji,” he replied. “To hurt you would be like putting a sharp blade to my own skin.”

  He took her lips fiercely, and she lost all reason. She felt his hands roam and caress her every curve over the lacy white chemise she wore. He cupped her breasts through the material and slowly rolled his thumb over her nipple. The feel of his touch combined with the texture of the lace was sweet friction. Ciji arched into his hand, silently asking for more.

  “Do I please you?” he whispered against her ear.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  His lips roamed down her neck and captured the tight bud of her nipple in his mouth through the lacy fabric. Ciji cried out in ecstasy from the sensations. His big hand was splayed out on her stomach before he slid it down and under the short hem of the dress. She felt his fingers slip between her legs and beneath the cotton band of her panties. Ciji was already slick and wet. She parted her thighs with anticipation of his touch. Gently, he rubbed her clit, and she moaned raising her hips seeking more pressure. She wanted to feel him penetrate her with his thick digits like he did more than once, and each time it drove her mad with desire.

  “Oh, God…” But she was silenced by his hard kiss.

  “Darling, come for me,” he whispered. “Oh, yes, your body is so responsive. I love how you tremble in my arms.”

  She felt his finger slip inside her, and she bit her lip praying she could hold onto her sanity from the pleasurable torture. Ciji felt the folds of her pussy tighten around his finger. He slowly withdrew, and her body clenched trying to keep his digit inside her. Layth used two fingers when he penetrated her
again. Each time his fingers went a little deeper, and she undulated her hips wantonly. She spread her legs wider and whimpered softy as the sensations grew.

  Outside, the warm breeze blew and buffeted the tent. She felt the caress of the hot wind on her equally heated skin. His thumb pressed against her clit causing her to cry out, and he moved his fingers faster inside her. He held her tight as her body was rocked to the core. His deliberate ministrations of her body was driving her wild, and she was so wet now that his fingers were coated in her juice.

  Ciji cried out again, “I’m so close. Oh, Layth, I’m going to come.”

  “It’s okay, just feel. Let it take you away,” he murmured.

  His lips played at her breast once again, and his fingers worked their magic inside her. Her little cries filled the air as he took her to the edge of the abyss. She pressed herself against his hand, taking his fingers deeper. She slipped her hand inside his pants and rubbed his cock. She could feel him grow harder as she stroked him, and his hip jerked in response. He sucked on her nipples with even more fervor. Her moans were wild and frantic, and they blended with his. Layth’s fingers played a merciless game with her until her final cry sent her over the edge.

  Ciji’s body crested on a wave of total rapture. Then she fell weightlessly through the heated desert air. She tried to pull a breath into her body as she worked to bring cognitive thoughts back into her mind. In his arms the pleasure she felt was surpassed each time they made love. There was no possible way it could get better than what she was feeling at that very moment

  “I want your cock inside me now,” she said with lust filling her voice.

  “Such a naughty word coming from your lips,” he chuckled.

  He slipped the lace chemise over her head before removing his pants. Ciji sighed as he settled his hard frame over her, kissing his way up her body to her lips. Layth kissed her neck again, bringing the embers of her passion back to life while his cock throbbed between her legs.